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  • I have an odd relationship with New York. Never lived there. Successions of memories stretching back a lifetime.
  • What happens each time.

    Is I take a walk.

    Usually for hours and hours.

    Sometimes in the middle of the day.

    Sometimes in the middle of the night.

    The tangle of so many images, so many feelings,

    lingers in me as I wander.
  • Usually I am not surprised to find myself a bit lost.

    Not in space, but time.

    I forget that I have other stories to attend.
  • Eventually I reach a place of innocence,

    Where I simply can stop and hold onto a moment

    And find the kind of peace

    That only a long walk can provide.
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